CHILLED COMMUTER, RUSH HOUR

As I battled my way down Regent Street to take on the tube, a double decker bus crawled along beside me.
Sitting on the back seat was a woman reading her Standard, completely oblivious for those few moments at least, to life on the other side of the glass.
She had no idea for instance, that a photographer was legging it down Regent Street, keeping up with slow-moving bus, with the sole intention of getting a better shot of her moment of reverie, for the blog.